“If I’m any prophet,” said Jess. “We won’t be like them.”
“Well, you are no prophet!” cried Bobby. “And don’t talk to me any more about prophets and fortune-tellers.”
“Oh-ho!” mocked Nellie. “Bobby no longer believes in the Gypsy Queen!”
“I believe in nothing of the kind. I was a dreadfully foolish girl to pay any attention to that wicked woman. You see, she was wrong. I got into no trouble this term with Gee Gee, after all.”
But Bobby said nothing to her friends about the greater fear that she had had for weeks—the fear that her father might bring home a new wife. She knew now that that had been merely a spiteful guess of the Gypsy Queen, who knew Mr. Hargrew’s circumstances, and thought it safe to warn his daughter that he might marry again.
“The wicked old witch—that’s what she is!” thought Bobby. “Father Tom would never do that. I am going to be his housekeeper as well as his partner.” And nothing in the future could ever make Bobby Hargrew doubt her father’s word.
The girls of Central High—especially the juniors—carried off greater honors after that Field Day; but never did they win trophies that gave them more satisfaction than these.
Eve was sure to make a name for herself in the league in the future; and Bobby had developed into quite a sprinter. Laura Belding looked forward in the next year to developing other girls into all-round athletes who would win points for Central High.
And indeed, they all—girls and instructors alike—looked forward to immense benefit as well as pleasure to be derived from the future athletic activities of the Girls of Central High.
THE END